jack maynard ∘*:･✧∘*:･✧ randy /ˈrandi/

A/N hey! I know I haven’t been active in a while and I’m sorry but I just haven’t been feeling and I’ve had no inspiration, but all of a sudden I had the urge to just write something and I know it’s not one of the prompts but I really wanted to write one about jack and conor in LA. I know this isn’t very good and it’s very babbly but you know what? I don’t care. I hope you enjoy it x

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Jack hadn’t seen his older brother for a few weeks now and it was slowly dawning on him how much he actually depended on Conor. Although it didn’t seem like he was always with him, in his absence Jack noticed how frequently he spent time with Conor. Although his brother came back for a few days over the time he was in LA, jack missed having him around. Of course he would never admit it but he missed him.

It was finally time for the younger Maynard brother to go with his friends to LA. He would finally get to see Conor. He sat next to Mikey on the plane and the older man asked Jack if he was excited. “I bet you’re well excited mate!” “Of course I am Mikey, we’re going to LA” “I meant about seeing Conor but that too” “I guess I’ll be happy to see him but it’s not that big of a deal” jack shrugged, playing off how excited he really was.

The plane landed and the first thing Jack did after walking into the airport was look around for Conor. He was meant to be meeting them off the plane to say hello to his mates. Jack looked around nervously, wondering where he was. Suddenly Abe shouted out “There he is!” Jack whipped his head around to where Abe was pointing and grinned when he saw his older brother walking towards them. Jack may or may not have walked quicker than usual to greet Conor and held his arms out for a hug. Conor pulled his little brother close and the two boys held on tightly. “Hey there little bro” Conor whispered. “Hey” Jack replied, his voice muffled by Conor’s shoulder. Jack may have held on a little longer than necessary but eventually had to let go when he realised that the others would probably take the mick out of him and gloat in the fact that Jack did actually feel relieved to see Conor again, despite what he tried to make them all believe. The rest of the group exchanged ‘hellos’ and ‘how are you?’s before grabbing their luggage and going to the house that the boys had rented.

Well, I’m sorry, but fuck you.

These stories are my creations, something I have worked hard on to create so others can read it.Then having someone steal them and claim them as their own? It hurts.

I do NOT think I’m being dramatic, especially considering how calm I have actually been about the entire situation.

But people like you, who think it’s nothing and just a story, those are the people that piss me off.

If I hadn’t taken the time and effort to write the fucking thing, it wouldn’t exist.And then others wouldn’t have it to read. And I have been told on multiple occasions that people use my stories as an excuse.

Gods, why would you even send a message like this? It is rude and disrespectful.Kindly fuck off and leave my blog if this is what you think of me reacting to someone STEALING something of mine.